Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Eritrea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968 at the first Can practice in a loft in Cologne.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mo-Dettes to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Lower 48 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Saints record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Fortunes,
Mad Mike,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Swell Maps,
Big Daddy Kane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Porter Ricks,
The Dirtbombs,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Althea and Donna,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Ossler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
B.T. Express,
The Happenings,
Nick Fraelich,
Radio Birdman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Infiniti,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Invisible,
Metal Thangz,
Laurel Aitken,
The Smiths,
The Real Kids,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Public Enemy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
F. McDonald,
Rufus Thomas,
Kaleidoscope,
Duran Duran,
Lou Reed,
The Red Krayola,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Ice-T,
The Busters,
the Human League,
The Grass Roots,
Alison Limerick,
Livin' Joy,
a-ha,
Robert Hood,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Ronan,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Shoche,
The Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Arcadia,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.